Sunday, August 6, 2017

Weaning Off of Piggies

The piggies are sleeping alone sometimes now instead of always piling up.  They're more like teenagers who are all about escaping under the fence and hanging out in gangs in the mud ponds.  

Every now and then the mothers roll over for a few minutes and indulge their big babies in some nursing.  More often than not the babies lose interest and wander off alone.  One of these days the pig pasture is going to be empty except for a few pregnant sows, and the whole cycle will start over again.

As for me, we're leaving town this week for a couple of weeks in New Jersey and Nova Scotia; so my next posts will be as big a surprise to me as to you.  Stay tuned!

Friday, August 4, 2017

Lugnasa on the Farm

Lugnasa -- first harvest, ancient beginning- of- the- end- of- summer festival--
These steers are flopped on the ground under some trees taking a little break.  I can sense a shift in the light, a softening of the grip of the heat and humidity--
a distinct lack of interest in mothering in these sows having a snooze in the mud and completely ignoring the rather large baby who is licking grain off his mother's back.  
Lambies are turning into wooly sheep,  piggies have learned how to doze in the mud and go off to college all on their own.  

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Free-Rangers and a Flerd

These hens will not stay inside their newly- reinforced fence.  Life lived on edges in the waning days of summer!